TO WALK INTO THE WIND AND THE COLD IN JERUSALEM
To walk into the wind and the cold in Jerusalem
And to feel suddenly
So much more alive and happy-
And to walk and to walk
Against that wind
Against that cold
And feel with each stretch of a leg
A power and a joy and a happiness
One felt so many many years ago
And still feel now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem